He's pacing back and forth in his room. The dog watches him curiously, perched on the back of the loveseat. She doesn't move but sighs often.
His phone chimes from somewhere in the bathroom and he leaps to check it, though he hesitates on actually reading it.
Too quick to see, you'll get a piece of me.
He frowns at the sudden, intrusive thought and holds the phone in front of him face up. He glares at his pouted reflection for a moment and clicks the screen on, culture washing him face in pale blue.
"Are you ready yet? I can't wait around forever."
Leo begins responding quickly. "Yeah, gimme fifteen. I'll be ready."
He's scurrying around his room, gathering little items into a bag. His wallet, his pocketknife, his cigarettes, his flask, his keys, his lucky feather, and an assortment of other things. He pulls the drawstring bag over his shoulders and tugs a jacket over that.
His phone chimes again.
"Meet at the cemetary. Wait, no, I'll just pick you up."
Leo smiles, clucking his tongue at his teeth.
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